Death and all His Friends

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Double date disaster.

Smile was pulling at my arm, his hands icy cold and stiff.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from my reflection in the river. It looked identical to the costume I'd worn five years ago at that recital.

Again I felt the fingers on my shoulder but I couldn't turn around. I couldn't move. I stared into the water but whoever was behind me cast no reflection.

Then I smelt it: the rotting stench.

Broken out of my reverie, I ran, following Smile across the shaky wooden bridge. The hand flew off my shoulder but I could hear the sound of pursuing footsteps slowly getting closer and closer.

I knew with absolute certainty that I did not want to see who it was that was chasing me. I would not turn around.

Smile was ahead of me now, his small body moving with a grace akin to floating.

The branches whipped my arms as I ran, a scream forming deep from my throat as my feet carried me across the uneven ground.

A crack of thunder shook the earth and rain fell from the sky, heavy and cold like small bullets of ice.

I couldn't see anymore, the rain creating a veil through which I could see nothing but darkness.

"Wait!" I tried to scream at Smile but nothing came out. There was no sound. Not even the rain drops as they fell from the brooding sky.

Then the ground disappeared and I was falling endlessly, endlessly into the unknown.

I woke up with my mouth open in a silent scream.

The bed was damp and sticky and for a sickening moment I thought I'd wet myself.

My hands groped for the lamp next to me and this time I did scream as I saw the sight in front of me.

There was blood all over my bed; my sheets drenched in it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Shock turned to horror and I screamed as I leaped out of the bed in disgust. I could feel it everywhere: the warm stickiness seeping its way into my clothes and skin. Panic and fear exploded inside my chest as I hurriedly checked myself for injury, wondering if I was bleeding somewhere. Maybe I'd bashed my head on the headboard or something.

After a thorough search, I realised that the blood hadn't come from me.

A lump formed in my throat as I tried to control my breathing but all I could see was red everywhere; deep scarlet dripping off my bed, off my fingers, off my hair.

My knees gave way and I collapsed onto the ground, curling into the ball as I sobbed.

My mind was racing but at the same time it was a complete blank. I just couldn't understand what was happening.

Where did all the blood come from? Why was it only in my bed?

Through my hysterical tears, I realised that deep down I knew the answer.

Babu was back.

The idea of going to school seemed alien to me. How could I think of school when a psychotic angel had poured blood all over my bed?

And more importantly, whose blood was it?

The thought made me sick and so I found myself sitting in the bathroom, my head over the toilet as I puked up last night's dinner.

I was shaking, the horror of what lay in my bedroom consuming all my thoughts.

At any moment I expected to find a dead body lying in the hallway or a corpse hanging from the ceiling.

The only thing I could focus on was the certainty that I had to clean everything up before Jess or my mum woke up.

I tried to stand but fell back down almost instantly, clutching the rim of the toilet with shaky hands. My fingers were pale and trembling, leaving bloody fingerprints all over the smooth white surface of the toilet seat.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't go back in there.

My arms were streaked with red, the blood already starting to dry into a dull brown which flaked off.

It smelt awful. I smelt awful. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror.

Standing slowly, I walked over to the shower and turned the water on. When it was warm enough, I jumped in fully clothed and closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see the red running down the drain.

I took deep breaths, letting the rushing water sooth me. After a few minutes I turned the water off and stepped out, shivering.

Wrapping a towel around myself, I dampened another smaller towel and wiped away the bloody footprints I had left in the bathroom, my stomach twisting as I did so.

When I finished, I threw up again in the toilet, retching until my throat was hoarse.

Then I sat with my back against the door, clutching the bloody towel.

It was still early in the morning. I had around three hours to figure out what to do and then do it.

But I couldn't. I couldn't think. Could I really get all my sheets and put them in the washing machine? Could I do anything without breaking down and crying my eyes out in fear? The blood's probably stained the mattress too. By now it's probably sunk into the carpet.

Feeling defeating, a name escaped from my dry lips in a whisper.


I stared hard at the white tiles, waiting for something to happen. After a while, I knew he wouldn't come. I should have known. He wasn't some genie that I could summon. He came and went as he wished.

I was on my own.

The next few hours passed in a daze.

I must've shut down. Everything I did become methodical.

I cleaned the carpet, glad that the dark blue wouldn't stain very much.

I sponged up the blood in my bed and soaked the sheets and quilt in the bathtub, vomiting again when I saw how bloody the water became.

I couldn't do anything about the mattress. It was ruined. I cleaned as much of it as I could before drying it with a hair dryer and then flipping it over.

Once the sheets and quilt were relatively clean, I took them out of the bath and put them in the washing machine.

The pillows I threw out, though I made sure to put them in big, sealed garbage bags.

Then I took the sheets and quilt out of the washing machine and put them into the dryer.

When they were ready, I made my bed and found new pillows in the storeroom.

With everything looking normal, I changed into my uniform.

Then I went downstairs to eat breakfast, vowing never to sleep in my bed again.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur. I couldn't concentrate the whole day at school. When I arrived in the morning, Gina and Lizzy were too busy reconciling their friendship to notice how dazed I was.

In English, Butt Man probably asked me five times whether I'd talked to Jess about him yet but for some reason I just couldn't speak properly. In the end he gave up and called me a selfish, demented prude or something along those lines.

It was at my locker before lunch that Cory appeared and started asking me something that went right over my head.

"What?" I asked for the third time in a monotone voice as the tall boy leaned against the locker next to mine.

"I said," Cory began, with a hint of annoyance. "that we should have that double date with your friend on Saturday."

"This Saturday?" I mumbled, my eyes drifting towards my open locker and the mess inside. My life felt a bit like a mess at the moment.

"Yea why not?"

Cory actually seemed excited to go on this double date with Raith and his…girlfriend.

"No reason." I said quickly, looking back at him. "Saturday sounds good." I tried to sound enthusiastic, but it came out sounding really choked. My mind was still on what happened this morning. I still felt unclean, like I had dried blood under my fingernails.

"Great." he smiled broadly, which usually would have made me smile. This time I couldn't manage it.

I dumped the rest of my books in my locker and we walked to lunch together.

"Hey you should sit with me and my friends today." Cory said as we entered the cafeteria full of screaming teenagers.

Not this again.

"But I don't want to blow off my friends." I lied.

"Well they can sit with us too."

"They probably won't fit in…"

"Tegan, please? We don't spend as much time together anymore because of tests and all that. I mean, with all the studying I'm doing at the library after school, I never get to walk you home. I miss hanging out with you."

Don't guilt me Cory. Please don't. Not today.

I rubbed my eyes tiredly, wishing that he wasn't so needy sometimes.

"I know, and I miss you too. But you're friends are your friends and mine are mine and…well…I don't think our worlds mix very well." I finally said, hoping he'd leave me alone.

He frowned but at my determined look, he gave in.

"Fine. But I won't let you off the hook next time."

"Thank you." I felt aloof and not in a good way.

"Are you alright? You look washed out."

I must've looked really bad because Cory wasn't exactly the observant type.

"I'll be fine." I whispered.

My zombie state lasted right til the end of school. I didn't even remember walking out of the building but before I knew it, I was turning into Herring Avenue.

I moved to take another step but stopped. I didn't want to go home. Kicking me out my window was one thing but waking up with my bed full of blood was another.

I didn't want to see what other horrors Babu had waiting for me.

Instead I walked back the way I came and turned down one of the less travelled roads until I saw the old unfinished train station.

The train station had always been a favourite place of mine in this silly little town full of rich kids and pretentious snobs. It was small, run down and had never been fully completed so it looked more like a train stop than an actual station. It had never been finished because people lost interest and stopped commissioning the building of the track around 50 years ago. Fishbowl didn't really need a train station. It was some rich guy's quirky, spur of the moment idea.

The thing was mostly a ruin now; the row of wooden benches rotting and the paint peeling off the skeleton of the shelter.

Sometimes, at night or on cloudy days, I thought it was creepy but on a bright sunny day like today, the rundown little ticket booth and rusty train tracks seemed peaceful.

There was a stillness about the place that soothed me in a way that I just couldn't explain.

I sat down at one of the rotting wooden benches and stared over the flat landscape.

I looked at the rusty old track. It didn't lead anywhere. When I had first moved to this town, I had followed the track as far as it could go on both ends but ended up not that far out of town. It was barely a day's walk from the station to one end of the track.

I swung my legs and kicked the dust beneath my feet, tracing the patterns the dirt made with my eyes.

After a few minutes I became aware of Raith sitting next to me, as silent as ever. He was dressed in black again; black fitted jeans, a black hoodie and a black shirt underneath. For some reason he was still wearing his sunglasses.

"Is Raith your real name?"

It came out before I knew what I was saying and my voice seemed oddly loud and incongruous in such a quiet place. I couldn't bring myself to talk about Babu just yet.

"What do you mean?" Raith leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

"Is Raith your real name?" I repeated. "Or is it like a stage name? Singers sometimes have stage names to sound cooler or more memorable. Is Raith a Reaper stage name or something?"

"That sounds stupid."

We were silent as we continued to gaze at the train tracks. There was grass growing around the pebbles between the rusty bars. It was pretty.

"He's back. He poured blood in my bed." I said softly without looking at him.

"I thought I smelt something on you today." Raith replied, sounding equally distant as he stared into space.

I was a little annoyed at Raith for not showing up this morning in my time of need. I knew he probably couldn't have done anything about it but I was still mad. I could have used the moral support.

"Do you know where it came from?" I asked, dreading the answer. A soft breeze blew across the station and dragged locks of hair across my face.

"There was a massacre of crows in the forest. He probably got it from there." Raith mumbled almost thoughtfully. "Angels can't kill humans. It's against their nature."

I shifted in my seat so I could look at his profile.

"So when he kicked me out the window, he wasn't trying to kill me?" I clarified, raising my eyebrows in scepticism.

"No but he probably thought you'd at least break a leg. I think that's why he's still tormenting you."

I had expected as much. It was little relief that he couldn't kill me though. It would be a lot less painful simply dying than being maimed or psychologically tortured. Not that I'm suicidal or anything.

"We need to get him to leave me alone." I said at last. "I don't know how long I can stand this."

Raith smirked.

"He's only done two things to you. And honestly, a little blood in your bed shouldn't hurt you too much."

Rage shot through me so sharply that for a second I couldn't even speak

"A little blood?" I got to my feet angrily and turned to face him, my eyes wide and my fists clenched. "You weren't even there!" I shouted. "You didn't see it! You have no idea how I feel! It was everywhere! I'm afraid to go home! I'm afraid to sleep! Tell me how to make him go away!" I didn't realise I was screaming until I stopped and heard my voice echo across the station. It didn't matter. He wasn't looking at me anyway. I could scream until I was hoarse and Raith would still rather stare at my shoes than listen to what I have to say. Frustrated, I ran a hand through my hair and buried my face in my hands.

"You're one of the bravest people I know."

It was so soft that I thought I'd imagined it. Had he really said what I just though he did?

"What did you say?" I asked, my face still in my palms.

Raith took a deep breath.

"Babu is Sabrina's guardian angel which means that Sabrina is destined to do great things. Only certain people get guardian angels. He's obviously pissed that you managed to steal something from her so he wants to get back at you." Raith paused. "And probably get back at me too."

"What?" I snapped, my head shooting up out of my palms. Raith looked up and would probably have met my eyes if it weren't for the sunglasses.

"Babu used to be my guardian angel." He said in an emotionless voice.

I felt a knot form in my stomach. I knew there was more to this.

"How did you die?" I whispered.

I felt the air around me chill and was instantly reminded of the moment in the garden not so long ago.

"Never ask me that question again." Raith said softly. Then he turned away, becoming interested in the flaking paint on the bench. I continued to stand in front of him, my hands clasped together so tightly that my knuckles were going white. After a moment, he spoke again.

"To make him leave you alone, you have to do something nice for Sabrina. Balance out your wrongdoings with some good deeds."

My mouth fell open.

"That's all? That's all? Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

"I thought he might leave you alone after kicking you out the window. Obviously not."

With my mind turning with ideas, I sat down next to Raith again. So it was as simple as that? But how could I do something nice for Sabrina when I was meant to be warring against her with Lizzy and Gina? And was she really destined to do great things? Sabrina?

"By the way, Cory wants to have dinner on Saturday." I said before it slipped my mind.

"Saturday huh?" Raith leaned back and put his arms behind his head.



I cleared my throat nervously.

"So do you have everything…ready?" and by that I meant the random 'not human' girl he said he'd bring.


I folded my hands on my lap and picked at my blue nail polish. I glanced at Raith out of the corner of my eye.

"Why are you still wearing those sunglasses?"

"Why are you still such a nosy skank?"

"Someone's still PMSing." I rolled my eyes. Stupid Raith and his stupid moodiness. At least the atmosphere wasn't as stifling anymore.

"What time and where?" he suddenly asked.

"To do what?"

"Get naked. What do you think?" For a second I thought he was being serious and I blushed, my face heating up by like twenty degrees.

"Um…seven at this diner place." I gave him directions and he just nodded. "Ok, seriously what's up with the glasses?" I snapped. Why wouldn't he give me a straight answer about those stupid things?

"Why does it annoy you so much?"

"Well it creeps me out 'cause I can't see your eyes."

"You want to see my eyes sweetheart?"

"Shut up!" I made a swipe for the glasses, but he slid back quickly.

"Be careful you klutz. You don't want to accidentally touch me." He suddenly grinned. "Actually, that sounds a little dirty." Raith's voice turned low and husky, so I moved away until I reached the edge of the bench.

"Oh come on. Tell me already." I whined, trying to make my eyes as big as possible and quivering my bottom lip.

"Does there have to be a reason? And don't do that. You look like you're constipated."

Note to self: don't try to look cute ever again.

"I still want to know. Did someone punch you or something?" I said, slightly embarrassed.

He paused.

"Yea actually, someone did."

"Can't you heal yourself? Can you even feel pain? How could someone do you any damage without getting their soul sucked away?"

"Well this person wasn't exactly human…"

"Oh…so the wound is…"

"Of a demonic nature." He shrugged and once again I was fascinated. How exciting. And slightly unnerving. I wanted to know more, but at the same time I was weary. However, being around Raith took my mind of my own problems. Talking to him always made me feel better, even though I was the one constantly being insulted.

"Well I'm going to go now." Raith said with a yawn. "You're boring me."

"Where do you go anyway?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

The boy disappeared and I was abruptly left by myself with nothing but my thoughts for company.

I stayed at the abandoned train station until the sun began to set and a winter chill settled along with the awaiting darkness.

Then I walked home and stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at the door of my bedroom.

It seemed like I'd been in this situation so many times before and yet each time it was harder to convince myself that it was safe to go into my room.

I rubbed my cold cheeks and took several deep breaths.

"He can't kill me." I said to myself, remembering what Raith had said. I also remembered something else that he had told me.

You're one of the bravest people I know.

It had been so soft at the time, but I was so sure he had said those words. Maybe I had been hallucinating. Why would he say that? I was not brave at all.

I swallowed several times to clear the lump in my throat, and then ascended the staircase. With each step I chanted Raith's words over and over again. For some reason that senseless phrase, which he probably didn't even say, gave me a strange confidence.

Before I knew it, I had the door open and was staring at my bed.

I couldn't sleep in it. I couldn't go near it. I could, however, manage to step into my room.

I crinkled my nose at the smell of stain remover and the rank odour whose origin I still hadn't discovered.

I didn't mind though. Everything seemed normal and for now, I decided that I'd be okay.

My palms were extremely sweaty as Cory and I walked through the doors of a diner appropriately named The Diner. It was one of those places that tried to be vintage but came off as tacky, with singing fish on the walls and posters of old CocaCola adds from the 80s.

I couldn't believe that it was Saturday already and that in a matter of moments I was about to meet Raith and his 'girlfriend' for a double date.

I just couldn't comprehend how this situation would even turn out. So many things could go wrong and thus I needed to take every precaution I could to ensure that Cory remained safe and got through this horrible ordeal.

"Oh, and Raith doesn't like to be touched so don't touch him. At all." I told my boyfriend as we looked for empty tables. "Don't even shake his hand or anything. He's got a germ phobia or something. It's a serious problem. I once tried to get him to see a psychiatrist about it but he said that-"

"Tegan, you're rambling." Cory cut in with a smile.

I blushed, and clung onto his arm.

"Sorry. I'm just a little nervous."

"Just relax. What's there to be nervous about?" he kissed the top of my head and I tried to calm my thoughts. What's there to be nervous about? If only you knew, Cory Worthington.

We made our way over to an empty booth and settled ourselves in. I had decided to go for a simple look tonight: short patterned skirt, cute top, low pumps, light make up. Cory looked picture perfect as normal in his white button down top and denim jeans.

For a moment I was just lost in the moment, taking in every detail of my amazing boyfriend. It felt funny calling him that. Sometimes I thought I was dreaming.

"What are you looking at babe?" Cory asked, running a hand through his shaggy blonde hair. I inwardly cringed at the 'babe' part. I suppose I should have told him I hated pet names, but it wasn't really a big deal.

"Nothing." I said quickly, looking down and pretending I was interested in the table.

"You're strange...but that's what I like about you." I heard Cory say and I went dark red, unable to keep a smile off my face.

A minute later, I glanced up and found myself looking into green eyes; the most vivid, sparkling green eyes I'd ever seen. Just looking into them felt like I was being transported into some fantasy fairytale land of rolling green hills and luscious forests. The colour contrasted so amazingly with his dark hair that I just couldn't look away. So his eyes were green!

"Hey Tegan. Cory." Raith said nonchalantly, settling himself into the seat opposite me. Man did he look good tonight. I wasn't exactly sure why but I couldn't stop gawking. He was wearing a black button down shirt with the sleeves folded up just below his elbows and around his neck hung a ring on a thin silver chain; the ring that had caused me so much grief in the first place.

I stared pointedly at the area around his eyes, trying to see some mark from his demonic fight. There was none. His skin was flawless as ever and when he flashed me a smile, my heart rate sped up like crazy. It was weird seeing him so less casual than normal.

"Hey Raith. Is this your girlfriend?" Cory suddenly asked. My ears immediately perked up at the word girlfriend.

And that was when I noticed her.

She was around my height, maybe taller, with a slim, heart shaped face and dark chocolate brown hair which contrasted strongly with her blinding bright blue eyes. Her skin was an alluring cream colour and her lips full and red. She was beautiful. Even Cory couldn't keep his eyes off her.

"Yep. This is Trinity, my one and only." Raith said proudly as the girl settled herself into the booth.

Trinity sat opposite Cory, her pale arm linked through Raith's.

"Nice to meet you." Her voice was silky and sexy and I found myself hating her instantly. Stupid jealously.

We flipped through the menus the waitress brought us, and I couldn't help but notice how close Trinity and Raith were sitting next to each other.

When we were ready, the waitress returned to take our order.

Cory ordered some random steak sandwich, and I got a cheeseburger and fries. Raith, to my surprise, ordered the same as me, whilst Trinity chose a chicken salad.

The waitress nodded and left our table, but not without a second glance at Raith. Oh good. So I wasn't not the only one who noticed how good looking he was.

"So Raith." Cory said and I was pulled out of my internal monologue.

"Yea?" Raith replied casually, fixing Cory with his piercing stare.

"Are you from around here? Where do you go to school?"

"Well I live a little out of town, but Trinity and I attend Dellacruse Academy."

Cory looked surprised.

"Huh…never heard of it." He mumbled.

"Oh it's not well known." Raith said simply,

"Very exclusive." Trinity added in a soft breathy voice, eyes twinkling. Raith grinned lazily at her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. I wanted to puke.

"Cool." Cory continued. "So how do you know Tegan?"

Raith looked at me, as did Trinity. I saw hostility in that steel electric blue gaze of hers so I turned away and hoped the ceiling fan would fall and crush her.

"I guess you could say we're old childhood friends." Raith said slowly with a careful glance in my direction.

"Actually," I spoke up, "Raith and I used to hate each other when we were younger."

"Really?" Cory seemed surprised, and I saw Raith raise an eyebrow.

"Yea. He was such a cocky, arrogant little monster." I said confidently, looking hard at the boy in front of me.

"And you were a selfish little freak with weight problems." Raith cut in calmly, giving me a challenging look. "Aren't you glad you've outgrown your ugly phase?"

"Yea, unlike some people who still have severe attitude problems and a multiple personality complex." I spat back angrily.

We glared at each other for a second before Raith cleared his throat.

"So how did you two get together?" He said to Cory.

That was actually a really good question.

"Well…it's a bit embarrassing…" Cory began, looking sheepish.

I frowned, confused about why he seemed so nervous.

"Oh, please tell." Trinity purred, her bright eyes glistening with charm.

Cory's smile widened at the attention from the beautiful girl and I tried not to sulk.

"Well…" He began. "Ever since she moved here five years ago, I've had this crush on Tegan."

"Really?" I asked in disbelief.

Cory smiled at me and I beamed back stupidly.

"I didn't know her name, but I saw her walking to school one day and, well, she was just so pretty." He gave me an affectionate look and I blushed, grabbing his hand under the table. "But at school she didn't really pay any attention to me so I thought he hated me or something." He finished.

Was he for real? I'd had a crush on Cory all this time and hadn't known that he'd liked me back? This was too good to be true. It was like some sort of movie. But something didn't seem right. Didn't he tell me when we were ice skating that he hadn't known I lived so close to him until the accident? Maybe I misheard him.

"And after what happened to my sister…I realised that life is short and we need to live it to the fullest." Cory continued.

"That's so adorable." I whispered before kissing him hard on the mouth.

I could tell Cory was shocked but he kissed me back, smiling. Against my will, I opened my eyes a crack to look at Raith.

He and his 'girlfriend' were whispering something to each other, and from the pleased look on Trinity's face, I really didn't want to know what it was.

Cory and I broke the kiss as the waitress returned with our food, and we all dived in. I hadn't realised how hungry I was until I picked up my burger and crammed it into my mouth. Oh yum, food.

"Raith baby, can I have some of your fries?" I heard Trinity say in a breathless voice.

"Sure sweetheart."

I looked up in time to see Raith put a chip in Trinity's mouth. She licked his finger slowly, her silver tongue piercing sparkling in the light. Then suddenly they were making out.

I flinched and pushed myself backwards in horror.

Oh ew! It was disgusting to watch!

I glanced at Cory, but he was too busy focussing on his sandwich to notice so I turned back to the repulsive couple sitting opposite me.

Oh double ew. He had his hand on her back under her shirt! And her black fingernails were all over him.

I coughed loudly and they sprung apart, breathing heavily with a look of yearning in both their eyes. It was so sick that I couldn't even look at them anymore and instead concentrated on my food even though I had lost my appetite.

Raith and Cory then started talking about…well I didn't know because I wasn't listening. I was too busy fuming. I mean, did he have to do that in public? In front of me? I mean, yea I kissed Cory but that was different and much more appropriate than what he and that Trinity girl were doing.

I caught her eyes once and she gave me a cold look, before resting her head on Raith's shoulder. I glowered. Slut.

"Well it's getting late. We better get going." Cory said eventually as we stood up. The boys split the bill and I was surprised that Raith even had money.

Then all four of us walked out into the parking lot.

"It was great meeting you again Raith. You too Trinity." Cory told Raith as we said our goodbyes.

"You too Cory. We should do this again some time." Raith replied, wrapping his arms around Trinity because the bitch claimed that she was cold. Her fault for wearing such a skimpy outfit. Jeez.

"Yea definitely." Cory agreed.

"Well see you later."

"See ya."

As Raith and Trinity walked away, Raith looked over his shoulder and caught my eye.

"Bye Tegan." He called, winking.

I stuck my tongue out at him and he just chuckled.

Then I watched as Trinity practically dragged Raith away to his car and I grimaced as I saw the girl push Raith against the vehicle with her lips locked around his.

Ugh ew. The poor car. Wait, he had a car? At least I think it was his car. It might have been her car.

"Well…they certainly have a very physical relationship." Cory mumbled, as he took my hand and led us to his car.

I was just too angry to speak.

Later that night I couldn't sleep. The floor was hard, but I refused to sleep in my bed just in case I smelt the blood. For now my sleeping bag would have to suffice. However, that wasn't the reason why I was so restless. I just lay awake, thinking about Raith and Trinity.

Who was she anyway? If she wasn't human, then was she some kind of demon? Or an angel? Where did Raith find her? Ha, probably lying in the trash on the street. I hope I never saw her again.

Getting frustrated, I turned on my lamp and sat up.

Why was I so shocked when I saw that girl? I mean, I knew that Raith would bring someone, and being Raith, she'd probably be the hottest thing alive, but why was I still so surprised and envious?

And why was I so angry about it?

2011-06-26 . chapter 16

Hehe...I forgot what I said, that you replied yes and no to, so...Ima just smile and nod, and agree...*Smiles and nods* Teehee. Anyways...

Its been soo long! D: Oh well...'S fine I guess...


Yeaaaa. Anyways, cant wait for the next chapter...xD Thats gonna be sooo awesome! Garrr. Raith...Is in such a pissy moood! RAWR! I love him :D Hehe. But yeah. Its gotta be...kinda intimidating and scary, hanging out with Raith...I mean jeeeze, what he did to her, before he left wasnt very niiiice. Yeaaa.



Hurry with the update, pwease! *begbeg*


DomoKun Rainbokinz
2011-06-24 . chapter 16

YAYY! i've been waiting ages for the next chapter haha, it's pretty good! and raith isn't going to kill tegan, is he? because in this chapter, he seems really menacing :/ can't wait for the next chapter, and as a side note: i might be able to have the first chapter of my story up next week! anyways, keep updating! :D

Lorelei Ravencroft
2011-06-24 . chapter 1

I just wondered something, why was Raith in the ceiling in the first place?

2011-06-24 . chapter 16

Yeah! I had to babysit for kids like that two days ago. Ugh. Oh, well... Who's the mystery girl? Should I hate Cory? Is he some sort of demon?

Lorelei Ravencroft
2011-06-24 . chapter 16

Haha YES they are near that stage! And hurry up and update cause I can tell the next chapter is going to be good :)

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